Dive Devil の小説・ストーリー

And he's not kidding. "I have prepared the highest quality equipment for us later. So you don't have to worry and think hard about how to find your beloved because I'm sure, if Ivanna's still down there, then we'll find her," Devon said as he put on his diving suit and then peered out the window where the submarine was already a hundred meters deep. "We can start diving once we're two hundred meters from the surface. Don't forget all your gear!" Devon gave orders to some people who would help us while I watched out the window and let Devon give the orders since this ocean was still his territory.

Who works for the Devil! ___________________________

“Then I reverse the transfer. And I make a phone call to those gentlemen searching for your father. Have you any idea what happens to the daughters of men who do not pay their debts?” I stared at him in horror. He was blackmailing me, using my family’s safety to manipulate me. The charming young man had become the very essence of the Devil. “Why?” I asked. “Why marry me? Why marry a woman you hate? How can you marry a woman you said you would never love?” Luca placed his drink down and moved towards me. He stopped right in front of me and lifted my hand so that he could examine the ring which I was now forced to wear.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

Only static answers. Then silence. Long. Heavy. Absolute. Something shifts inside me — slow, final, like a lock turning. The storm outside grows louder, but for once, it sounds like it’s coming from inside the villa. Inside the man I’m becoming. And I whisper into the dark: “Let them all come. I’ll bury every one.”

"Drink this. You're going to need it." "For what?" "Tonight's show. I'm trying something new. You're going to hate it." "What are you trying?" "You'll see." He stands up. Drops cash on the bar. "Show starts at eight. Don't be late, Sloane." He uses my first name. Not Thompson. Not photographer. Sloane. It shouldn't feel significant but it does. I drink the water. Head upstairs to my room. Lay on the bed trying to stop the room from spinning.

Gerey dodged it in time and sprung to his feet swiftly with anger that was beginning to char, scorch, smoulder and incinerate his insides. A great seiche of blue flames erupted out of Gerey's hands and as it left his body, he managed to see the devil – still standing and calm as ever, enclose himself in a ice made case from head to toe which made Gerey's effort as futile as the previous ones. The next moment, Gerey felt himself moving backwards then he knew what it was, the devil was controlling his blood. His back was slammed against a wall and without wasting a second, the devil squeezing his neck with all the strength he could muster.

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